Reflections of April and December: Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung’s Passing (Excerpt 1)
I didn’t really want to go. Leslie’s Funeral or probably better described as a public wake was so heartbreaking, stressful and difficult to cope with that, I didn’t feel like I should repeat the experience. Instead I went for coffee with a friend. However as our conversation wavered towards the memories of Mui Gei from our childhood and teens, I felt I should at least go and take some photos for the people abroad. I always remember living elsewhere, so desperate for Hong Kong culture but not having it at hand.
So I went home, changed into a black Leslie Cheung T-shirt and a Black leather jacket packed my camera. I caught a cab, a little spending that I allowed myself. On the radio they were playing Anita Mui songs, and I softly sang with the taxi driver who was also softly singing.